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a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
and my name is truthful
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
there were three in the meadow by the brook
come down at dawn from windless hills
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
these be

 



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